Months: never mind I can't do this

Burrito: it's been an hour

Burrito: are you fucking kidding me lmao

Months: no I'm not just hold on a minute. Listen to me

Burrito: oh my god you are serious

Burrito: listen to what??? Some stupid excuse???? Because it sounded like you just bared your heart and soul so I'd come back and now you're locking yourself in the bathroom to our bedroom and I'm stuck in the hallway. Stop fucking around.

Months: I said HOLD ON I'm NERVOUS

Burrito: you literally are not allowed to be nervous anymore what happened to the "I'm over my commitment issues" thing

Months: please I'm having mood swings stfu

Burrito: are you serious???? Are you messing with me right now

Months: I'm not mugging you off I promise I am absolutely petrified right now give me a minute

Burrito: it's been ten minutes we were just doing something?? Hello???

Burrito: this is what I was talking about. I don't know when to trust you because you turn around and pull this out of thin air.

Months: god I'm sorry can you let me breathe

Burrito: you know what, no. I can't. You keep screwing around with my feelings and you JUST told me that you're in love with me, and now you're texting me from the bathroom to tell me you can't do this

Burrito: god, I can't win. I just can't win with you.

Burrito: this is exhausting

Months: I'm sorry but look I'm not trying to desert you. I'm just panicking and shit.

Burrito: yeah constantly. We're good friends but goddamn you have a lot of shit to sort through

Months: okay like you don't??

Burrito: I never said that I don't, I'm just saying you have a lot to fix and you seriously need to get some help.

Months: wow okay. Thanks for that.

Burrito: who else is gonna tell you?? God??? You gonna go to church and hear the angels sing to you in a choir?????? They gonna recommend you a therapist or what

Months: goddamn this is what deters me. All these things you start spouting like nobody around you has human emotions. You ever wondered why people don't stick around? Because the second they fuck up, you're all over every single minuscule flaw that even slightly irks you

Burrito: and you can't even sit down long enough to ask if the things you say will hurt someone. Imagine how I felt hearing a heartfelt confession and then hearing it be retracted an hour later.

Burrito: I feel sorry for your future partners and you can count me out of that list.

Months: are you shitting me? First of all, I didn't retract my statement but I'm really considering it now. Are you going to sit down and tell me this to my face? I can sit right in front of you and tell you about everything you do that fucks me up, but I bet a hundred American dollars that you can't do the same

Months: there's your new bet. Cheers

Months: you're a coward. You have no empathy and you don't give a crap about anyone but yourself. If you really cared you'd make an effort to understand why I feel this way

Burrito: if you really cared, you wouldn't backpedal on your emotions so quickly. You wouldn't broadcast to the world how you feel about me and then take it back an hour later. You wouldn't play with my feelings to make me distrust everything you say.

Months: I know I said I love you but I'm seriously reconsidering

Burrito: good because I never meant it

Burrito: I wish I'd never given you my chat name at the airport

Burrito: all you've done is slowly destroy my life and you don't give a single fuck.

Months: all you've done is make me feel like shit more and more. You've undoubtedly ruined any ounce of progress I've made over the last few years. I've started to transfer schools for you because I thought you had changed and could help me figure out how to get better rather than hurt me.

Months: wishful and selfish thinking on my end.

Burrito: maybe you shouldn't rely on someone else to fix and understand all your issues?? There are just some things I don't understand and one of those things is you. You can't even communicate how you feel properly. How am I supposed to pick out your issues and care to them individually?? Are you gonna pay me to do that

Months: all I was asking for was patience. It takes time to build up trust but there isn't even a foundation for us to build upon anymore.

Months: I've bought the plane ticket this time.

Months: I'm packing my shit and fucking leaving.

Months: quite literally, I never want to hear my name in your mouth ever again.

Burrito: good. I dont even want my name to cross your mind.

Months: alright. It'll be easy to forget you, won't it

Burrito: I can say the same about you.

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